personal narritive project-comment its for credit(school)

They have all said that you can not find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with in your elementary grades, but I knew they were wrong. I was Kayli, an eleven year old girl, who had glasses, you know, the Harry Potter like ones, and who had the personality and the randomness that every other girl didn’t have. I had it all; well everything but, Grayson castaway. He was the jock, the joker, and the old fashion nerd. You know, the braces and the glasses look. He had everything, but me.

            At this point you would probably think we were meant to be, but that was far from true. He hung out with my worse enemies. The ones who pushed me around and mad fun of me for what I was. But being in 6th grade, I didn’t really care all that much, as long as I had friends and a family that loved me I was fine. But I had it all wrong.

            At this time it was the last quarter of my sixth grade year, and I, Kayli, was the class clown. You know how all you have to do these days to get a guys attention is to have perfect hair and know how to play football? Well that wasn’t the case here. Being class clown brought you to the top of the “attention getter” chain and it was definitely the place that every girl wanted to be.

            One Friday at recess Grayson best friend Jacob, delivered the news. But, before I tell you any more of the story I have to tell you one thing so it all makes some sense. When I like a guy I tell my friend with the biggest mouth because I find it a lot more effective if they know, so obviously, I told my friend a few days prier to this incident.

           

            “Kayli! Grayson likes you!”

I was shocked. Not at the fact that Grayson liked me, but at the fact that it spread super quickly.

“Really?” I replied.

I was still really surprised of what happened that same two seconds ago. I tried to ask Jacob why Grayson liked me, but he ran off. But, he didn’t run far enough, so he could hear my friend Taylor scream

“Tell Grayson Kayli likes him too!”

“Way to go!” I screamed. If you were with me then were would have probably thought I was “mad” or “pissed off” but I was neither, I was in love.

The next day was quiet and I couldn’t find any way to talk to him. As the day passed on, it got really awkward. Expectally considering we were reading the Romeo and Juliet play. After reading the story we had to answer comprehension questions consisting of

1)     Why were Romeo and Juliet not allowed to wed?

2)     Why did Romeo kill himself?

3)     Would you kill your self if your love died?

We stared at the page for a while and started to laugh.

Next was recess. I was so excited. He invited me to play tag with him and his friend which turned out to be just hang out on the swings and talking for about five minutes until the bell rang.

A couple weeks passed of immature kids flirting and random talk of are future and on till the last day of school when I ended It and told him we’d be better off as friends. And so, like his last name, he moved to Montana.

So may be this wasn’t the “cutest couple” or the “ most romantic” story you have every heard of, but come on, it was sixth grade.

You know how these days the person who ends a relationship is usually the one who knows it wouldn’t have last? Well that wasn’t why I ended it at all. I ended it because I didn’t want to be the one hurt in the end. But sense this experience I haven’t told boys I liked them. Why you may ask? Because they’re right, you can’t find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with till your older and know what love actually is.